I'm doin the first chapter of a story. I couldn't think of any ideas so I asked the person next to me for the first thing that came into their head. He wasn't listening so he said 'sorry'
This was the beginning of what I came up with based on that idea:
Wripped, torn and scattered over the floor were fragments of a single sheet of lined paper.
Just one sheet of the many random papers dumped on the threadbare, once-cobalt carpet.
Though each of those papers were somewhat different; flat, intact and neatly piled. Perhaps, what made that particular sheet so unlike the others was the navy inked scrawl of its contents.
Basically I reckoned the piece of paper would be an apology of some sort, but not sure where to go from there?